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writetomyheart2015-11-19 11:43 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-11-19 11:43 am
[team four] there is a better world
I’m so sorry for the delay!
The title for this is from Asleep as sung by Emily Browning for the Suckerpunch soundtrack. Thanks![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
goodbyelover!
This is all I need, he thinks, looking at the rubble piled over the road, the dust still rising, the grey of the clouds filling the sky.
Everything is silence, emptiness, a world stretched out empty before him. Jinyoung smiles.
"You can't do this!" Mark shouts, his voice muffled by the helicopters whirring overhead, the machine gun fire, casings falling to the ground like metal rain. Jinyoung looks at him, across the river. There's shrapnel embedded in Mark's cheek, lines of red seeping across the smudged skin of his face, ash staining his forehead as he brushes limp hair out of his eyes.
"I have to," Jinyoung says, his voice isn't loud but it carries over the sluggishly flowing river anyway, full of ruin and wreckage; he sees what looks suspiciously like a dead body floating by in the shadow of a doorframe.
"We can figure this out," Mark tries to convince him, "Don't leave me alone." His voice fades into silence, his shoulders humped, expression defeated, broken. Jinyoung wants nothing more than to swim back across the river, tell Mark that he's not really doing this, that everything is okay and it will all go back to the way things used to be. He'll wrap his arms around Mark, who'll rest his head on his shoulder, and Jinyoung will press tiny kisses to his collarbone, listening to Mark's soft sighs. It's so tempting.
And then he feels the first drop of rain, stinging, on his face. Looking up at the sky, he takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry," he says, and turns his back on Mark as he heads for the tear in the fabric of reality.
"Jinyoung!" he hears, a shout that's more of a sob, but he doesn't look back.
I'm doing this for you, Jinyoung thinks, though it's a lie. He's too selfish. I'm doing this for me, because I don't want to have to see you die.
Mark wakes up in bed, shadows fluttering across the backs of his eyelids before he blinks his eyes open and sees the curtain fluttering in the breeze. For a moment he's confused; his voice feels hoarse, and when he lifts his fingers to his cheek where there's still a sharp stinging, he's somehow surprised to feel only smooth unbroken skin, as the pain fades into a past that doesn't exist.
Was I dreaming? he wonders, as flickers of things flash through his head; he tries to reach for them, cling, but they're evanescent, fading into the tatters of yesterday's shadows when faced with the sun.
Sitting up, he slips out of bed, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror—staring at his reflection, he lifts fingers to trace the curve of his collarbones. His eyes sting, suddenly, filling with tears he can't explain.
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The title for this is from Asleep as sung by Emily Browning for the Suckerpunch soundtrack. Thanks
goodbyelover! This is all I need, he thinks, looking at the rubble piled over the road, the dust still rising, the grey of the clouds filling the sky.
Everything is silence, emptiness, a world stretched out empty before him. Jinyoung smiles.
"You can't do this!" Mark shouts, his voice muffled by the helicopters whirring overhead, the machine gun fire, casings falling to the ground like metal rain. Jinyoung looks at him, across the river. There's shrapnel embedded in Mark's cheek, lines of red seeping across the smudged skin of his face, ash staining his forehead as he brushes limp hair out of his eyes.
"I have to," Jinyoung says, his voice isn't loud but it carries over the sluggishly flowing river anyway, full of ruin and wreckage; he sees what looks suspiciously like a dead body floating by in the shadow of a doorframe.
"We can figure this out," Mark tries to convince him, "Don't leave me alone." His voice fades into silence, his shoulders humped, expression defeated, broken. Jinyoung wants nothing more than to swim back across the river, tell Mark that he's not really doing this, that everything is okay and it will all go back to the way things used to be. He'll wrap his arms around Mark, who'll rest his head on his shoulder, and Jinyoung will press tiny kisses to his collarbone, listening to Mark's soft sighs. It's so tempting.
And then he feels the first drop of rain, stinging, on his face. Looking up at the sky, he takes a deep breath.
"I'm sorry," he says, and turns his back on Mark as he heads for the tear in the fabric of reality.
"Jinyoung!" he hears, a shout that's more of a sob, but he doesn't look back.
I'm doing this for you, Jinyoung thinks, though it's a lie. He's too selfish. I'm doing this for me, because I don't want to have to see you die.
Mark wakes up in bed, shadows fluttering across the backs of his eyelids before he blinks his eyes open and sees the curtain fluttering in the breeze. For a moment he's confused; his voice feels hoarse, and when he lifts his fingers to his cheek where there's still a sharp stinging, he's somehow surprised to feel only smooth unbroken skin, as the pain fades into a past that doesn't exist.
Was I dreaming? he wonders, as flickers of things flash through his head; he tries to reach for them, cling, but they're evanescent, fading into the tatters of yesterday's shadows when faced with the sun.
Sitting up, he slips out of bed, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror—staring at his reflection, he lifts fingers to trace the curve of his collarbones. His eyes sting, suddenly, filling with tears he can't explain.
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